Azrael fell asleep quickly due to fatigue in his body and due to lack of sleep in the past few days. He lay peacefully on the bed as he breathed in and out steadily. Alexander was also sleeping on his other bed. He was fully covered by the blankets so that his face could not be seen. The night was filled with pin-drop silence.

A shadow passed by and stopped at the window obstructing the moonlight that shinned through the light translucent curtains. It had a humanoid figure. The shadow lingered a while before disappearing into the night. This was when Alexander's shut eyes opened and closed as slowly. He had moved the blanket from his head slightly to his chin. Then back up to fully cover his face again.

Azrael found himself in a white space on all sides where he couldn't tell if he was standing or suspended in the space. He simply existed there. Not a shred of panic was visible in him. His face was as expressionless and as cold as ever.

His eyes explored around to find a dim golden light on the side of the area.

'It looks lonely,'

'did I think it was lonely?'

"Where is this?" Azrael muttered under his breath but the sound was amplified to that of his normal volume. It sounded as if an echo of his voice instead.

"....."

The light brightened and it looked as if it was twisting around. Azrael blinked in disbelief. He tried to make sense of what he saw, but no logic made sense. Thus, he stared at the illogical light speechlessly.

"....."

"You can come in here....? It must be that time." A sound was heard in space, but Azrael surely hadn't said anything. Not even thought anything. So how? It dawned on him that the only other being that could have made a sound was the being in the space with him. The small bright light.

It had the size of a tennis ball and was round like one as well. It shined like the sun but made no significant change to the already bright space.

As far as logic was concerned Azrael had just seen or rather heard the most illogical thing in his life.

The world he lived in was of no paranormal or super nature. There was no anomaly. That is why the voice in his head was self-labeled as a second personality from PTSD or some other amnesia or something. All by the logic he knew. He had never been subjected to something that could not be explained with science. Even then, he tried finding several theories which still gave no solution.

For the first time in Azrael's life, he was genuinely surprised. Astounded. Curious. He felt the thing called emotion for the first time. Yes, there were times when he would be annoyed or frustrated, or glad. But nothing on an extreme level. Nothing that made him genuinely react.

However, with the gears in his mind turning and twisting trying to figure out what was going on both with the situation and him, he remembered. The voice was familiar. Very familiar. A little too familiar. It wasn't his voice but the voice in his head. Not accurate. The voice from the light.

"Are you the voice that has been haunting me my whole life?" Azrael could not help but ask.

"Rude." The calm voice rang out.

It was a beautiful voice with a melodious ring to it. With no hoarseness or cracking or strain. Almost enchanting. Not in any hurry, but in a slow-paced voice. The voice from the light.

"We know clearly who the rude one is. Answer me." He demanded.

"Yes."

"Who...not what are you?"

"....." The light seemed to dim a bit and silence loomed until it said something gibberish.

A creature lived deep in Azrael's consciousness. Sometimes spoke to him in his dreams. Sometimes whispered to him about important decisions. Sometimes chatted on and on for hours with no end. No peace or quiet in mind. He hated having the feeling of someone spying on him round the clock. He hated it more when the decisions were better than any of his own. He hated it but knew he couldn't live without it. Not literally, but after having it vanish its existence for a week, it was a mess. He was a mess. He never got to acknowledge the things it did for him yet he had always tirelessly pushed him away.

Things took a U-turn when he said,

"I am you."

"...." For a while, Azrael kept waiting for an answer until was aware that he had already gotten one. Something he didn't expect. The last thing that made sense to him.

Azrael asked countless timeless over and over in other formats but got the same answer anyways.

He took a deep breath after what seemed like an eternity almost flipping over with frustration.

"What are you to me?" Azrael asked once more.

"I said I am you."

"I know. You have said it more times than I could count."

Azrael kept pacing around aimlessly in the hope of not giving up asking. He was very frustrated.

"No. I mean yes, but I am a separate entity altogether."

He sighed once again.

"What do you mean?" asked Azrael.

He didn't know how to get his question across. He got answers, but not anything he could make sense of. Azrael closed his eyes and took steady breaths which were very audible in the space.

"But...I am you. Get it."

'I don't get it.' Azrael thought.

"..No. Please speak a language all can understand," he said in a tired voice.

"I am a part of you as you are a part of me. We could exist separately but would feel incomplete. I am trying to say I am you coz I am spiritually bonded to you. You are the very reason for my existence and the reason I want to stay in existence."

A blush appeared on Azrael's face. He felt highly uncomfortable with the answer being phrased in that format. The temperature in him rose very quickly. His ears were completely red.

"What? Wait, wait, wait there a second. Hold it. Don't say stuff like that so seriously."

"I mean...It's true after all." The light said in a serious voice. Once again he couldn't hide the reaction in him.

"No. That is not what I mean. AAHHH. I give up." Frustration filled in his heart. He screamed at the top of his lungs. A booming voice of his echo is all that was heard though. As though his voice never made it to his ear but just made an echo.

"So. Please don't harshly push me away. I can't stand being far from you. Please...?"

"When did I...? Oh." Azrael remembered the night the voice in his head went on and on about his return to school. It was the night before school opened. The voice seemed more excited about going back to school than he ever could be. Reminding him of things he was already aware of. It made him feel as though he couldn't do it without the voice. He was not happy about any of that so he snapped and said he never wanted to hear the voice again. At the time, he meant every word. Events led to the point of him being very emotionally unstable during the past few days.

"Wait. I'm sorry. I didn't know you would be affected like me but that is also no reason for excuses. For that, I apologize." Azrael knelt on one knee near the light at the same height.

He sincerely apologized for his heartlessness which he was affected by. He felt like a hypocrite. He needed the light but was so arrogant and prideful that he didn't mind caring about the emotions of the other. He never did care much about another's emotions.

"Do you know where this is?" Azrael stood up and looked around.

He wondered that by every second he was in a weird space. It seemed infinitely high and wide for no matter how much he moved around there seemed to be no construction or end. The most irrational thing was the way he could move horizontally, vertically, and diagonally without falling through. If it was not for the fixed position of the light he would have no idea in which direction he was currently standing.

Sometimes it was above him, other times below him, and beside him, as he aimlessly made his walks around the space. He found it fascinating and felt like a curious little kid. Something he never felt before. There was no sense of direction or gravity. Nothing in the laws of physics made any of this plausible.

"Your inner conscience. Of course, you shouldn't be here." answered the light.

"Isn't it mine?" Asked Azrael.

"Have you heard a human managing to get in their inner conscience by just sleeping?"

"No..."

'Human? Are there other beings with a conscience? What a silly thought, of course, there are.' Azrael thought. Something in him knew the light was probably referring to something entirely different but that thought didn't linger too long.

There were ways to get into the consciousness of a human. There was the most popular method of hypnosis. Even this never gave this result. There was no record of actually getting your subconscious in a space in any way similar to that that he was in.

"Exactly. You shouldn't be here. Not any time...so soon."

The hesitation in the light's voice brought up so many more unanswered questions. However, Azrael didn't want to pry too much. He didn't need to go out of his way to ask for something that wasn't his to know.

"...Okay. How do I get out?" He asked the last question. Something he needed to know if he was ever going to wake up.

"Wait...Could I... talk to you during the day. Without....you shutting me out."

"Sure...You can do whatever," responded Azrael.

"Yay! You can leave when it is time to wake up. Don't worry. You don't have to do anything."

Saying that Azrael's body started fading out. He instinctively knew what was happening so he didn't bother to ask. He wondered why that was so. Azrael simply looked at the bright ball of sunlight one last time and closed his eyes.